In my strip clubthe girls crawl on stage wearing overallsand turtlenecksthen slowly pull ongloves, ski masksand hiking boots. As the music slows,they lick the poleand for a tantalizing secondtheir tongues stick because it’s so cold.They zip up parkasand tie tight bowsunder their hoods. A big spendercan take one of my girlsinto a back room where he can clampher snowshoes.
The Pilgrim Is Bridled and Bespectacled
World, I honor you. After everything we’ve been throughI honor you and take you with meup the mountainside where we will livein wonderment.I take you to the desert where we shrivel like wormsand become tonguesfor other people to kiss with. World, there are two basketson my back.Fill them. Fill them with fruitand more fruit.Or fill them with whateveris customarybut tell me it is fruit.Call it something good.